The Wished Sound
Any moment, like now..
Come on, ring
What time is it?
How long is passed since I checked that hateful watch?
An hour? 35 minutes? 18 seconds?
Actually it seems a life to me
In my line job the patience is all, but I'm not very calm in this very instant
I want to be with them, to know what is happening
But my place is here now
Someone it should stay behind and I cannot say not to my long life friend
So, here I am
Bouncing my knee, pretending to fulfil some reports, re-arranging arbitrarily a desk that isn't mine
With a one minded thought: ring.
The phone, my cell, the fax, anything just let me know
Out there of this window from I'm looking all go on as always.
Isn't so for me, or for the people in the other room
Neither of us knows exactly the history behind but it serious
So I wait, the others, like me, trying to work.
Probably, many of them, maybe all of them, thinking the same thing
I was so wrapped in my despondent attitude that I don't realize immediately that my wish had been granted
The long trill reverberating in the room
A hand on my shoulder take me back in the present and suddenly I almost I want ignore the persistent sound that I was fervently waiting for.
But I cannot disregard the eyes that are looking at me.
There is fear in those looks.
There is hope.
Those mans and women, this band of brothers
We are family.
Two of ours are in danger
Others of us are gone to find them.
To save them.
The display on my cell say 'Simon call'
I answer. I listen.
I close my eyes and I take a long breath.
I can feel the apprehension but now I can give some relief
"They are alive"
(a Sentinel too missing scene from Cpt. Taggart pov)